A group of friends get bored and decide to go on a road trip that ends in misery.
John worried about a lot of things. He worried about his wife who is currently throwing up for the hundredth time today. He worried about his children, sweating in the backseat of his pathetic car, hell he even worried about the son he left in his old town, ten miles away. Yet he found himself mildly relaxed waiting in his car. His pregnant wife, Allison, should be getting back in the car any minute and then it is only an hour to the destination. He got a promotion at his work again, a good paying job, but the job was in another town. At first he told his boss that he had to talk it over with his family, but only three hours later he agreed and in a day the family was packed and on the road, going from Laguna Beach all the way to a smaller town, Visalia, located in the central valley of California. \n\n When he told his family the news he expected them to mad or even sad at least. But they all seemed so eager to leave, too eager to leave; the kids seemed the most eager to leave. They were so excited that they packed that night only leaving one pair of clothing to wear the next day. So that\'s what they did, they all packed and started moving out and it seemed like he was the only one who was sad that they were moving. He couldn\'t understand it, the house was good, a little small, a little old, but livable. The children\'s school was great, a great private school that they wasted on the family\'s income on. His wife had a great job as a grade-school principal and had a good income. Then there was him, the father, the guy who is supposed to supplier of the family, providing them with all the money that they could possibly need. That was not him; instead he spent eight lousy hours working in a toy factory making all kinds of cool toys for people with enough money to buy while he had nothing. He barely made six dollars and sixty cents, which was below minimal wage. His wife made around 30 dollars an hour, even with his wife\'s income they barely had enough money to pay for the house and that damn private school his kids go to.\n\n That was why he was so relived when his boss called him in and told him in his most serious voice he could mutter, \"John, here is the thing. We have decided to open up another store in the city of Visalia which is a vastly growing city. We decided that the city would be the perfect place to open a store up and we even have the perfect place to open a store up. It used to be an old toy store that closed, but I hear the price of the property is good. But you see we do not want to hire someone new to run the new shop. We want someone who has enough training and experience to run the shop, so I decided that you were that person. You will make around twenty more dollars an hour so what do you have to lose?\" \n\n John sighed as he turned around to look at his children. The oldest of the three children sat there with bleached hair, CD player blazing; if Joe listened closely he could hear the words in the song. The song was loud, mad, and the words were harsh degrading women and white people. John really wanted to rip those headphones out of his son\'s head and throw the CD player out the window and run over it, over and over again. The boy always has that darn CD player stuck to his ears; sometimes Joe believes his son is going to become deaf by his twenty-first birthday. But even Joe has to admit that his son is smart, not geek smart, but smart none the less. \n\n Then John turned to look at his daughter Emily. At the age of fourteen she has already passed trigonometry. John always thought of her as the child you was going to make it big in life. She wants to be a scientist and Joe has no doubts she would become one. The good thing about moving to Visalia is because every summer the local high schools send promising students to different colleges across California. Also Joe hears that El Diamante a six year old high school has one of the best Science of the Olympicia, which is where a bunch of students learns all about science and test their knowledge against other high schools in various competitions. Joe really hopes that Emily will sin up for the club; she could win a five thousand dollar scholarship for winning the competitions to any college that Emily could ever hope for. \n\n Then Joe had to look at the third child, Mary. Mary was barely eight years old but he could tell that she is going to be pretty, not exactly beautiful, but she will be pretty. Mary was a talented writer. She always did very well in English at school and she was not bad at math at all. Joe surely hopes she needs up to be like Emily and not like her brother who is wasting his life rapping and being arrested for several different reasons. Mary was a sweet girl though, sometimes she would lie and steal and scream, but her sweet attitude makes up for her bad moments. She always laughed at all Joe\'s laughs and she was always helping her mom cook and clean as much as possible. Mary was a sweetheart and Joe always enjoyed having conversations with her. The problem with Mary though is that she looks up to her big brother, she follows him around all the time and did everything he did. Like when her brother started drawing, Mary started drawing too. When he started listening to rap, she started to listen to rap too. When he danced around his room singing stupid pop music, she did too. \n\n Joe loved his daughters and would whether die than his daughters get hurt, he could barely stand his son anymore, and he won\'t even call the boy from his name. Instead he just called him boy, and soon Allison started calling her son boy, and his sisters called him boy. So the boy\'s name was erased, and soon the boy stopped begging his family to call him by his name. The boy\'s name, in case anybody cares, is Daniel. His friends call him Ethan, his bullies call him Brittany, and the police know him as Andrew. Joe sighed as he looked over at his wife who was currently in the middle of eating spicy Buffalo wings that Joe found his mouth watering just smelling the wings. \n\n To get to Visalia is really hard, they is no straight forward sign that says Visalia. Instead the exit sign is a little sign that read Caldwell Ave. Right after you get off the exit there is a gas station fallowed by about four acres of corn fields. Joe heard Mary whisper a whisper of amusement; she had never seen a corn field before. Right across from the second acre of corn the family saw the first church. The church was a small, plain church but was still beautiful. Then the saw another four churches, all right next to each other. The family as well as the city-folk will call Caldwell Ave the church street, because if you keep going down the street you will find another ten churches. They were barely on Caldwell street when they saw the sign for the apartment complex that they apartment will be in. Joe quickly pulled into the apartment complex which was located behind Linwood Elementary School which Mary was going to be going to school at. \n\n After telling his family to stay in the car, Joe slowly walked into the small office building. The office was small. The desk took up about one fourth of the room, and Joe could see how the wallpaper was peeling away from the wall. But the man who stood to greet him looked nice. The man who greeted him, Mr. France, was a very humble man. He acted very polite and very nice throughout the conversion. As he spoke his belly would shake and with his white hair and double chins, Mr. France looked exactly like Santa Clause. \n\n \"So, to live here there is a couple of rules that I have to tell you. First off, you are required to live here for at least six months due to your contract. Second, you have to have my permission to paint inside or outside your house. No drugs, you have to watch your children in your swimming pools, and you have to pay rent at the end of the month. If you don\'t have the full payment by the end of each month, you can pay in payments.\" Mr. France informed Joe promptly. Joe nodded while holding his breath.\n\n \"I don\'t care how many people live in one apartment and I don\'t care if you bring in your own wash machine and drawer. Your apartment is 32B. Here is a map to find your apartment. Good luck!\"\n\n 32B was at the beginning of the apartment complex and was not hard to find at all. The apartment was small but workable and it was really easy to put all the furniture in the house. And setting up cable was easier then they all thought it would be. By nightfall the house was finished, beautifully decorated with designer tables, couches, and beds. Tomorrow Joe\'s job starts and the children must go to school, and Susie (the wife) will hunt down a teaching job. But for tonight they all will enjoy family time together.\n\n########################################################################\nSorry about the short chapter but it will get longer I promise you